Plasma Cell 9808^519 looks over his shoulder, simultaneously manipulating the dials on his transport.His brow furrows in concentration as he backs a load of oxygen and nutrients into a mitochondrial receiving port.The mito gulps them down and gives an A-OK sign with its right tentacle.

Plasma pulls forward, then hops out of the transport.

“My shift’s up.Wanna go chill in the liver?”

“Fo sho, fo sho,” I say.“I could use a break.”

Suddenly, red lights begin flashing all around us.

“REE!REE!REE!KENT WAYNE IS SPEAKING WITH A SOCCER MOM!ALL CELLS, PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO YOUR SAFE ROOMS AND LOCK THE PROTECTIVE MEMBRANES!AVOID ALL CONTACT WITH HOSTILE TESTOSTERO—”

Before me and 9898^519 can exchange so much as a panicked look, a flood of spiky, aggressive testosterone molecules blast into our cellular chamber.They immediately start bludgeoning us with their oxygen-tipped ends, barking loudly at us all the while.

“GET TO THE BONER, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

“YOU—GO TO THE SHAFT!YOU—REINFORCE THE GLANS!YOU—DOWN TO THE BALLS!”

“WE’RE NOT PLAYING, BITCHFUCKS—MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASSES!”

Another voice blares over the intercom.“This is True Hamster:the hamster-on-a-wheel Kent Wayne uses instead of a brain.All cells, resist the testosterone as much as possible; our host-body is engaged in mating rituals, but if we let Penis take control, then we’ll end up in prison with an eyeful of mace.Just give me a few more—BzzeoWWZZT!”

The testosterone attack force must have shut off his neurotransmitter comms.They immediately start barking at us again.

Fuck, man—I don’t wanna end up in an incarcerated host-body!So I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.Magic flash.

Prefrontal Cortex’s stealth agents—millions of hormones trained in the ways of the Ninja, the Jedi, and the AVN-award-winning Porn Star—throw off their lipid cloaks and start beating the shit out of the rampaging testosterone molecules.

“Back to the Balls, assholes!Why the FUCK do you persist in thinking that whipping out Kent’s disgustingly large wiener or humping a leg is AN ACCEPTABLE FORM OF HITTING ON A WOMAN?”

In a matter of seconds, the entire attack force of invading testosterones have been forced back into the testes.The host-body is safe from prosecution once again.

Whew!Such is the life of being a cell in Kent Wayne—sci fi author and professional Man Whore!

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